Popcaan - RPG

Dread bombohole, weh you feel like?
You cyaan style none a my friend dem in a no batty argument, bwoy
You nuh see seh you a fish
A badman song that, hear wha a gwaan
Ha, yah Shampoo
Saint Thomas, Mobay
RPG, Spanish Town
Weh dem deh do
Go get dem

RPG, Doraine a go read 'bout
Your bloodclaat body tonight 'pon the damn TV
Buss out the dread bwoy head with the bomboclaat RPG
Mi zoom up you funeral from 08
Tonight, and a watch it inna 3D
RPG, bomboclaat

Bwoy, tek one month fi find tune
A wha happen to Jamaican Meek mill
Mi clip dem pack up like yellow bus
And none a dem don't waan refill
The dread a nuh nothing fi me kill
You grave a nuh nothing fi me build
A walking ghost so a free kill
RPG

Bwoy, 'member a you tell Jamaica a bwoy like you
A the axe dem mi use 'pon a bwoy like you
Chop you up fine like steam calla-loo
Five shot inna your head and everything fly through
Miller 9 know you a punk
All you a do a pull badman stunt
Brand new Smith & Wesson mi go lift up
And mek the dutty dread bwoy swallow black blunt

Wha do da bwoy yah weh bad every month
Weh nam bare gyal inna him new blue Benz front
Pussy you done dead from 08
Inna 016 a your ghost mi a hunt
Mi mek you move in inna hearse
You cyaan style Jamie Roberts
You fi talk 'bout over South Beach
One in a yo face Tameka skirt

RPG, Doraine a go read 'bout
Your bloodclaat body tonight 'pon the damn TV
Buss out the dread bwoy head with the bomboclaat RPG
Mi zoom up you funeral from 08
Tonight, and a watch it inna 3D
RPG, Saint Thomas

Bwoy, a tell mi him a Gad mi nuh Haily
Your bredda is a fish use the mathic and scale him
Bwoy haffi jump 'pon railing
Every shot connect inna him mi nuh graze him
Bwoy, how mi fi thief chi ching hook
And a me give Chi Ching Ching rhw song book
Sutherland dem don't rate no damn brooks
Bwoy, loc cook when the Glock shook

RPG, Doraine a go read 'bout
Your bloodclaat body tonight 'pon the damn TV
Buss out the dread bwoy head with the bomboclaat RPG
Mi zoom up you funeral from 08
Tonight, and a watch it inna 3D
RPG

Tell dem, Saint Thomas man born and mi proud
And mi Grants Pen friend dem we buss you head loud
Funny Gad marrow gone up inna the cloud
Mack 90 go left him spread out 'pon the road
Funny Gad mi nuh tek press
Gunshot mi send mi nuh send text
Bwoy a feel up DJ Khalid
And a tell bad man him a the best

RPG, Doraine a go read 'bout
Your bloodclaat body tonight 'pon the damn TV
Buss out the dread bwoy head with the bomboclaat RPG
Mi zoom up you funeral from 08
Tonight, and a watch it inna 3D
RPG

Note:

This song is a diss for Mavado.

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